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27 December 2006

*sigh*

No good news on the home front. I just received a call from my sister, she is unemployed as of today. She sounds in good spirits about it, but let's be frank, losing your job is scary. K is home ill today, the flu. We just can't believe that pretty much ever since we have walked that journey down the aisle her health has had one thing or another going on. (no updates or diagnosis on the strange leg/knee/now foot dis-ease) I got to see my dad who just had major back surgery on Christmas day, he is also in bright spirits, but is only able to be up and around about 2-4 hours a day. Now - if you knew him at all - you would know this is NOT NORMAL. Surgery and recovery will do that to you though.

So this gets me to thinking - what is going on in the cosmic world that is afflicting my family (and acquaintances) with ills?

God of Mercy, God of healing, come. Be with K, sis, Dad and L in this time of resting and recuperating. Thanks for slowing us down, to listen to you. Help us hear God. All this in the name of your Son, Jesus. Amen.

p.s. - So I am reading Blue Like Jazz, finally. Have you read it? Thoughts you can share?

24 December 2006

ireland - On the road

 
  ireland - On the road 
  Originally uploaded by swandive71.

The project is not complete yet, but we have posted our photos from the blessing and honeymoon to flickr. Go to http://www.flickr.com/photos/swandive71
That's us. I find that looking at the pictures in groups or "sets" is easier than page after page.

If you have photos from the big day you want to share with us - please email them though the blog.

Enjoy. Some are wierd, some are really wonderful.

22 December 2006

Ho ho ho - Friday Feasty Five

It's Friday *yawn* *stretch*
The shortest day of the year (yesterday and today as far as I can tell) has come, and even though it's not all that early, I can't seem to wake up. So, with coffee in one hand, and the keys going clickity clackity, I am ready to start the Friday 5, brought to you by reverendmother at RGBP.

Festive Foods Friday Five

Well friends, we've covered advent, music, and movies/TV--but we here at F5 HQ would be remiss if we did not acknowledge that quintessential holiday topic... fooooooooood.

1. Favorite cookie/candy/baked good without which, it's just not Christmas.
Eggs Benedict and homemade caramel rolls at my dads house Christmas morning. 10 am sharp, by 10:15 there is a mimosa in hand (fresh squeezed oj). This is the tradition that I love the most in my Cookies own family. My love's mom is coming in a close second, with these tri-colored cookie things, they are like bars, but teenie tiny bits of heaven. I hope to see them at Christmas Eve breakfast with the Olson's.

2. Do you do a fancy dinner on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, both, or neither? (Optional: with whom will you gather around the table this year?)
Christmas eve used to be my favorite. For many years a whole gaggle of people would gather at my sister's and my home. It was orphans family Christmas. Anyone was welcome, and it was mainly for those who don't have anywhere else to go, or family is just too painful or crappy to endure. It started with my dear friend George, my sister M and me. One year it grew to like 25 people. I miss it. It was an amazing thing while it lasted, and I hope to do it again someday. Other than that, I fancy dinner, all the time, it does not matter CE, CD, BD. (BD is boxing day, the day that traditionally my siblings and I get together for sibling family Christmas, but I just got a call from my bro saying he can't do it this year - he forgot. *heart breaking noise*)

3. Evaluate one or more of the holiday beverage trifecta: hot chocolate, wassail, egg nog.
I do not know wassail. Egg nog - R-U-D-E. My sister M cannot get enough of the stuff. It makes me gaggy just smelling it (and apparently thinking about it as well - ACK.). Hot Chocolate - now that's a drink I can get behind. My boss - without knowing my love for the stuff - just gave me a tin of it with peppermint from Williams Sonoma. Can't wait to crack it open!

4. Candy canes: do you like all the new-fangled flavors or are you a peppermint purist?
I must be living under a rock - I had no idea that they came in different flavors. I am not a huge fan of the cane, but don't have any strong feelings either way. Hmmm. Wierd.

5. Have you ever actually had figgy pudding? And is it really so good that people will refuse to leave until they are served it?
If it is the same thing as Christmas pudding, yes. And - really - if it was that good (which I do not think it is) - why wouldn't people make it year round? I experienced this a a fund raiser Christmas dinner event once. ONCE.

Edited to add: Well, I am APPALLED with myself that I forgot to include a question about the crown prince of holiday foods--the fruitcake. Feel free to add your thoughts on this most polarizing holiday confection.
Nope - I got nothin'. I have never tried the stuff. I think I have had the opportunity, but I have a serious fear: MaraschinoPhobia, the fear of chunks of little green and red "cherries."


And finally--may Christ be born anew in
your hearts this Christmas.
Merry Christmas!!!!

21 December 2006

Happy Birthday Jesus

An email from my love got me to thinking about "the reason for the season."

Yes - it's the day coming up when we will celebrate Jesus birthday. Now, whether it is historically correct or not (a debate recently had on my new favorite show Studio 60 - the Christmas Episode, which another side note, cheesehead at RGBP makes an interesting note about the episode I refer to here.) I will celebrate. Here are just some random thoughts in no particular order that I have encountered or had.

The email from my love, a quote from Rob Brezny at freewillastrology.com

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JESUS

Fundamentalist Christians send me hate mail. Religious zealots in ten cities have banned one of my books. Along with meditation, yoga, and sex for fun, the Vatican has declared astrology, one of my occupations, to be dangerous to your spiritual health.

All of these haters would be shocked if they learned that Jesus Christ is one of the Main High Dudes in my pantheon of gods. They seem to believe that people like me -- goddess-worshiping tantric sufi Qabalist Buddhist pagans who hang around with zen trickster witches and espouse a socialist libertarian political philosophy -- couldn't possibly have an intimate relationship with the cosmic hero they claim to own. They must think they have commandeered the trademark of one of the sweetest avatars in history!

But I do have an intimate relationship with Jesus. How could I not? He was a champion of women's rights, a threat to the established political order, and a radical spiritual activist who worked outside religious institutions. The dude owned nothing and was a passionate advocate for the poor and underprivileged. He was uncompromisingly opposed to violence and war. Besides that, he was a master of love and he devoted his life to serving the Divine Intelligence. I want to be like him when I grow up!

"It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle," he said, "than it is for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven." That's a pretty clear statement of his position towards rightwing accumulators of property and wealth.

"Love your enemies," he said, "do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you." How any militarist promoting global arms sales and pre-emptive war could claim an affinity with Jesus is incomprehensible.

Happy Birthday, Jesus!

My sweetie pointed out to me and some friends that this is a part of the very discussion we were having at Theology and a Pint on Tuesday. (Another sidebar: I confess. After last months TAAP, I was not sure if I would go back. I love this group, what it is, what it has been, and the hopes of what it Taaplogo can be. Last month, I think I had finally had it. The turnout was low (fine), and the topic could have been fantastic (spirituality and food) but the presenter was, well, not great. Now TAAP is something that I totally love and support (and kind of feel connected to because I was a part of the initial conversations). Admittedly, I have not been a part of the "leadership" of it - so I don't have much to say about being a part of the change I wish to see. But month after month I think "who is this thing FOR anyway?" So - having had the conversation with the co-organizer aka really good friend - I let it go and went this month to "who is this Jesus?" Ok - so whenever  you are doubting and are like "wow, not even you can change my mind God", God laughs. And God put me right in my place because it was one of the best TAAPs I have been to. *gasp*)

So - back to talking about Jesus. Oh, where was I going with all of this? Oh yeah, his birthday. I found, and continue to find, my heart and willingness to give it, freely, in when I am dialed into the radical nature of him. The one who says "the meek shall inherit."

Oh - I had a bunch of thoughts, and now they all sound weird, all jumbled up in my noggin. So, happy birthday Jesus. Thank you for throwing one heck of a party every year. I hope that you get what you want; I am giving you my heart and soul and foibles and messy parts. Oh, and I will love you and go where you lead me. It's not much to unwrap, but its all I have. I love you Jesus, I really really do. Amen.

20 December 2006

poking fun

So - I don't have cable. And I just found this. I laughed, and was a little offended, but mostly it makes me go hmmmmm.

All around our little big church, people buzz about the U2charist at convention. I was not there. I was working, and I am not sure it is my thing. But it seems all the rage, the "sure bet" to lure young adults and genXers into our congregations (the NOT talked about reason to do one), and it is designed to raise awareness to the MDGs and the episcopalONE campaign. All good intentions. But somewhere, something got lost in translation.

Cutting me to the quick

Wow. A profound, stop me in my tracks email from a friend today. A quote.

 

THE SELF-ANOINTED RIGHTEOUS

So much un-peace, in the Church and in the world. A peculiar pride in our own stubbornness has infected many of us -- as if reconciliation somehow represented a failure of moral nerve. We are strongly attracted to visions of ourselves as lonely martyrs for a holy truth -- and this is a dangerous self-image to have. It leaves no room to accept criticism we may desperately need.

And so we leave churches that aren't holy enough for us. Assume we know God's will solely through a narrow reading of scripture, and pride ourselves on never changing our minds. We stay the course.

In doing so, we are in danger of ignoring a God who is free. A God who does new things. We won't allow it. We insist on worshiping the ancient record of God's work in the world, instead of the God to which it all attests. We will not allow God to be the unexpected thing God must be in every age.

Here comes Jesus -- a child born into a world of division. In his name, we will exclude and even kill, and we will tell ourselves in that very moment that we are doing the work of the Prince of Peace.

No wonder Jesus wept. Lord, have mercy.
Copyright © 2006 Barbara Crafton - http://www.geraniumfarm.org

 

19 December 2006

"I" got a letter

Here is the story. I stopped over to the sacred art of living, and saw a fun new game happening. Someone else chooses for you a letter of the alphabet, and you respond with 10 things you love beginning with that letter. I was assigned the letter "I." A new friend Rachel played today, and Antony is in on it too. Oh sometimes this web community is so...
Inspiration (inspiring): I find my inspiration in this community, the blog-o-sphere, and in my own community a little closer to home. And in art, and in beauty, and in really great books.
Intuition:  Never leads me astray, listen to that still small voice, my intuition, and things work.
Imagination:  A great quote to sum it all up. "I believe in the imagination. What I cannot see is infinitely more important than what I can see." Duane Michals
Ice Cream: MMMmmmmm....- wouldn't be a list of "i" without this one. My favorite comes from Sebastian Joe's, they make cinnamon, pistachio and  coffee ice creams that kicks the pants off of any other I have tasted.

Indigo Girls: I just alphabetized the CD's the other day - and was amazed at how many CD's my beloved and I have of them. They have sung me through some of the best days and the worst days.
I:  To be honest, I have a love hate with I. Striking the balance between being centered on myself and making room for me to assert my "I"-ness is difficult for me. But, when it all falls apart, I (me) is all I have, and I love me.
Island Time:  When I first moved to St. Thomas, I had never heard of such a thing. The locals that became my friends were always laughing at me, being so quick and efficient. Island time means really tasting the coffee you are served, and listening to your conversations instead of being caught up in what you will say in response. Island time is slow enough to feel and enjoy the wind in your face. It's really wonderful.
Ick, ish, and iieewww.: All great ways of acknowledging the gross. Ish-ka-bibble. A fond memory of my mom changing my little siblings diapers, this is what she would say in a sweet voice. Ish-ka-bibble. Funny what the mind will recall.
Icing:  Nothing like a good butter cream icing on top of a dark chocolate cake to make one smile. I am one of those people who will  gladly eat those huge flowers made of icing and take just a hint of cake with it.
Identity:  Mine - bi-sexual. And I love that God made me this way. Oh of course I have not always felt this way. But, now - I would not have it any other way. Being a bi-sexual person to me means that I don't have the same body hang-ups that others do. It means to me that love comes in the face and form of humanity in general, male or female, black, white, yellow, purple. It just has never mattered to me. Oh - and there is so much more that just this identity to me. I identify as a child of God, a woman, a sister, auntie, partner, friend, daughter, and the list goes on. I am proud of who God is making me into. I love my identity. (On a side note - the show Identity - le' suck.)

Thanks C, this was really challenging and fun. If you would like to play - visit one of the links above of Antony, Christine or Rachel. And have an incredible day!

If I die before I wake

QuizGalaxy!
'What will your obituary say?' at QuizGalaxy.com

It's just that kind of day. Oh - and I heart the muppets. Did anyone ever see the tribute to Jim Henson episode after he died? Oh I cried and cried and cried. I'd love to find that somewhere on DVD. Give me a shout if you one: Know where I can get my hands on it and two: saw it too. Thoughts? Experience?

God - like Animal and Dr. Teeth - you rock. I just love you. Thanks for loving me too. Be with my small friend - Eliot and bring his mom and dad some peace in these difficult days. Amen.

18 December 2006

Skipping church

Means you miss sermons like this one. Happy reading.
Sermon 2 Advent Year C
December 10, 2006
St. John’s Episcopal Church
The Rev. Mariann Edgar Budde
"In Honor of a Rabbi"        

In the fifteenth year of the Emperor Tiberius, when Pontius Pilate was governor of Judea, and Herod was the governor of Galilee, and his brother Philip as ruler of the region of Ituraea and Trachonitis, and Lysanias ruler of Abilene, during the high priesthood of Annas and Caiaphas, the word of God came to John son of Zechariah in the wilderness. He went into all the region around the Jordan, proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins, as it is written in the book of Isaiah, “The voice of one crying out in the wilderness: ‘Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight. Every valley shall be filled, and every mountain and hill shall be made low, and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough ways made smooth; and all flesh shall see the salvation of God.’”             Luke 3:1-6


 

Two weeks ago I attended a reunion and prayer service held in honor of the 10th anniversary of the death of Rabbi Edwin Friedman, a man who had a profound influence on an entire generation of clergy and other leaders. As soon as I heard of the gathering, I knew that I needed to be there, in part to honor him, but also for my own sake, to revisit for myself the cornerstones of truth that he taught.

All in attendance were asked to reflect upon what we had learned from Rabbi Friedman. This is what I wrote: 

In my first years as a parish priest, which coincided with the birth of our children, the question of personal integrity began to take on real urgency for me. I was busier than I had ever been, living on little sleep, torn in my loyalties and assuming unfamiliar roles, and often overwhelmed by the complexity of relationships in every realm.

In a lifesaving moment, a friend mentioned her studies with a certain rabbi who had written a book about congregational leadership. I bought Friedman’s book and started to read it, understanding less than half but knowing, nonetheless, that I had found something important. Gathering my courage, I called Friedman and asked to join his seminars for clergy.

He wasn’t particularly receptive. The seminars had already started. Maybe I could try again next year. In desperation, I persevered. “Have you read my book?” he asked, sounding irritated. “I’m reading it now,” I said.  “Do you understand it?” “Yes,” I lied. He reluctantly allowed me to join that year’s seminar, and a month later I found myself traveling to Bethesda, Maryland. It was a journey I would take twice a year for the next decade.

Rabbi Friedman taught me, alongside many others, that it was possible to live integrated life, not a balanced life, mind you—that’s always alluded me—but a life lived with integrity. It wasn’t easy, but it was possible. Such a life, he said, required continual work at self-definition and self-regulation in three distinct arenas of relationship: your family of origin, your immediate family, and the relationship dynamics of your congregation or any other work system. For the issues and struggles in all three, he said, are the same. And whatever issues you ignore in one arena will invariable surface in another. You are who you are wherever are, and you have a unique role to play in each relationship system of your life.

Leadership, he said, for anyone from parents to presidents has more to do with presence than activity. It has to do with the kind of person you are, not the techniques you master. If you base your sense of self worth on what you know, what others think of you, or even what you accomplish, you are doomed to feel inadequate for the rest of your life.  So learn who you are and what you believe, and learn to live according to those beliefs.  But remember that the work of self definition cannot be done in isolation, as tempting as that may be. Your capacity to make a difference in this world depends upon staying connected to the important relationships in your life, especially to those people who drive you crazy, who can trigger a predictable response in you with a word or tone of voice. Don’t cut yourself off from them. Give up the notion you can change anyone except yourself, but stay in touch. Cut-off people never heal. Cut-off leaders cannot lead.

And if you want to make a difference in any relationship or area in your life, the first thing to do is work at managing your own anxiety. Free-floating anxiety is everywhere, and it creates distortion, like looking at an object through water or listening to a radio through static. Anxiety hinders communication. When we’re anxious, we’re less creative and imaginative, less capable of speaking for ourselves or seeing more than one option, and more likely to blame others for our unhappiness.

And this isn’t just about you, he would say. Our entire society is caught in a cycle of escalating anxiety. Such anxiety helps explain the attraction of fundamentalism in religion and politics. He defined a fundamentalist, by the way, in the words of Winston Churchill, as one who never changes his mind and never changes the subject (a category we can all fall into from time to time). He also defined a liberal as one who can have a meaningful relationship with a conservative. But anxiety works against such relationships across differences. (Great example in recent weeks: furor caused in conservative religious circles when Rick Warren of Saddleback Church and The Purpose Driven Live fame invited the liberal Senator from Illinois, Barak Obama, to speak at Saddleback’s World AIDS day conference). Anxiety encourages us to remain polarized, split up into fierce tribes that have as little connection as possible with those who differ from them. And periodically, he said, an issue emerges that serves as a focus for all our anxiety, allowing us to ignore pressing realities elsewhere and causing us to make foolish choices based on false urgencies. We can all fill in the blanks here. 

“So what are we supposed to do?” we’d ask Friedman, in a million different ways. The trick, he would say, is to lighten up. Try not to get too anxious about the anxiety you feel. You can’t eliminate it, but you can learn to deal with anxiety, and to the extent you do, you bring a certain measure of clarity wherever you go. You don’t have to be completely calm, he’d say, with a twinkle in his eye, just a little calmer than those around you.  Most important, be present: present to yourself, present to your God, present to those around you, even present to your anxiety, without fixing anything. Of course this is impossible stance to sustain over time; even the most mature can manage it about 50% of the time. So give yourself from room to make mistakes.

Edwin Friedman died unexpectedly ten years ago, and his presence has been sorely missed. Mind you, he wasn’t a warm person, and he was intimidating to be around. But what he gave us was a place to learn; he helped us understand what it means to be a responsible, mature human being, and how to navigate the task of becoming oneself in the context of relationships. You can always locate the most self differentiated person in any family or system, he said, by finding the one who functions with the least amount of blaming.

We rarely talked about explicitly spiritual things with Friedman, but it was all spiritual. He identified those things within that prevent us from hearing God and the living according to the teachings of our faith. When we deal with the things that get in the way, he said, spirituality follows easily. So pay attention: Whose stress are you carrying? Burn out, he would say, isn’t the result of working too hard, but rather carrying the anxiety and stress that doesn’t belong to you, or at least not to you alone. For whom do you feel responsible, and why?

Think of your horizons, he would say. Where is your life headed? What are your  goals, your core values and beliefs? If you don’t know, that’s okay, but work at finding out. Remember that core beliefs are like muscles; they develop with exercise. This is a life-long task. You don’t need to have complete clarity about these things; he’d say. No one does. But a little bit of clarity will take you far.

Friedman taught me the importance of vision. If you don’t know where you’re going, he’s say, any road will get you there. But he also stressed that vision meant looking beyond your horizon, beyond what you can see. So there’s always some uncertainty and cause for doubt. But our horizons, he said, are what enable to see past the limitations of our current circumstances, no matter how difficult. He said that one of the most important characteristics of leadership is having a spirit of adventure. The safest place for ships is the harbor, he’d say, but that’s not what ships are for. Another important quality: persistence. When you’re dancing with a gorilla, he’d say, you don’t stop when you get tired. Still another, resilience: Your wounds were not sent to make you small, he’d say, but to take you to a greater place. If you’re going to bring light into the word, you must be willing to endure the heat.   

You may be wondering if there I am ever going to speak on the Scripture texts this morning. I am, right now. Every year in Advent, John the Baptist takes center stage, not for one week, but two. And because he is our patron saint, he appears again for us every June. So we spend a lot of time in the company of John the Bapist. I’ve have often thought how fortunate we are to have his mantle cast over us in this way. For it would be hard to find a more self defined, adventuresome, persistent, resilient person than John. He wasn’t easy to be around—not a warm and friendly guy, John. But he knew who he was and what was he was on this earth to do. He wasn’t a political leader like Tiberius, or Pontious Pilate or Herod; he wasn’t a member of the spiritual elite, like Annas and Caiphas. He was John, son of Zechariah and Elizabeth, and the word of God came to him in the wilderness, and he knew that it was his calling to speak and live that word: “Prepare the way of the Lord, make his paths straight.” John was so compelling that many thought him to be the Messiah. He knew better: “There is one who is coming,” he said. “I baptize you with water. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire.”

He is given to us as an example—not that we should wear camel shirts and eat wild locusts and call others to repent. That was John’s life and he lived it well. Our task is to live our own lives equally well. The greatest gift we have to give anyone, which is something to consider in this season of giving, is ourselves—our presence, our integrity, our passion. Learning who we are, what we believe, what we are here on this earth to do. What better way to prepare for the coming of Jesus?  Who knows what might happen when we dare to show up and simply be present, be ourselves, relating as best we can to those who differ from us, and invite Jesus.

14 December 2006

A slice of my day

I am the voice on the phone when you call the Episcopal Center for the Diocese of MN. An office lackey. I get all sorts of calls. For the most part - this keeps my job interesting and fun. Today - I had a call that made me stop in my tracks, and all I can do is just pray.

So - yesterday I had to leave the office to take my sweetie to another doctors appointment for her leg - which has a mystery dis-ease that so far has not been diagnosed. So - there was noone answering the phone. I got one message that went something like this.(in your best old man voice)

Hi - I am a member of St. Christopher's, and I have a question for you. Can you please call me? My number is ___-____.

Ok - you will notice, there is no name to this caller, which always puzzles me. Leave a name, then when I call you back, I can ask for you by name. Anyway - I called this person back today. This is how it went.

Me: Hello, this is Rachel calling from the Episcopal Center, I am returning someones call from yesterday.
Man: Oh yes! You know I just hate leaving messages on machines. Why didn't you or someone just answer my call yesterday? You know it really is awful that someone can't just answer the phone there at the diocese.
Me: I am sorry sir, I had to leave the office yesterday, for longer than I expected, and noone was available to answer the phone in my place. What is it that I can help you with?
Man: Well, you tell (so and so important person) that I think it's terrible. I want to know, there is a lessons and carols service that they do at King's College in Cambridge England, and I want to know when it will be on TV. Can you find that information for me?
Me: Sure (clickity clickity while I search google for the website). Well, it looks as if they will broadcast it on BBC Radio 4, but I don't see any information of where it might be on TV.
Man: Well, they used to show it on channel 2, (the public broadcasting local station), but now all they show is the BAPTISTS and the MORMONS (said in an appalling voice), and do you think they could do something for the anglicans? No! I can hardly believe it.

The conversation went on for a bit, I gave him the number at King's College, and taught him how to make an international call.
ARGH.

Really. The world needs Jesus, healing, love and reconciliation and you just are appalled because other faiths are getting more air time? Why, do we continue to argue about and pick on and bitch about the color of the carpet kind of things (and why call me and tell me about it) when there is so much to pray for and so much to do?

God, pray for me, a sinner, who is called to love even the oldest and crankiest of people sitting and kvetching in your pews. Help me, to love and show love, to ALL of your children. God be with those who need your church to be like it used to. Shower them with your love and grace and give them and me something bigger and better to bitch about. Amen.